Sitting, listening, watching TV
laying back in the chair
feet propped out, remote in my hand
just fiddling with long hair
The floor started to shake
a new shadow roamed
from the doorway to the other wall
the shadow groaned
I'm shaking in my boots
even though i don't own a pair
as the shadow gets closer
then as my hands shake as i tangle my hair
As a figure starts to appear
i tried to wake up to get away from her
thinking i might escape
then i learn its just my sister
What a fright that sight would be
LOL
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